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God help us if she has/gets any of the dragon age games

@BeanieBaggie

*crashes into the conversation a day late* DID SOMEONE SAY DRAGON AGE

Survive the Struggle: Battle, Blood and Bravery

Roleplayer

Your Timezone: PST

Your Frequency: I get on pretty often, usually at least every other day, but how long I'm on for depends on how much I have to do.

Your Real Life Obligations: I volunteer (I get to choose my hours), and sometimes I get distracted by a new video game.

Your Favorite tv show or book series: Right now, Sleepy Hollow.

Character

Name: Ronan Marsh

Age: 23

Hometown: Korcari Wilds

Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Weapon: Longbow in battle, partial to using his fists or small knives during a skirmish.

Personality:
+ perceptive
- hot-headed
+ altruistic
- ill-mannered
+ resourceful

Personal Artifacts:
Sun Pendant - A solar-shaped bronze pendant with a sphere of amber in the center. Confiscated when Ronan was imprisoned in Denerim, the family heirloom has likely ended up in the pockets of an enterprising merchant or around the neck of some town guard’s wife.
Emerald Lion Ring - A silver ring bearing the fierce visage of a lion’s head, eyes inlaid with finely-cut emeralds. Despite having no explanation as to how he could afford such fine jewelry, Ronan insists the ring is his. Last seen on the finger of Paul Leandres, a noble of Denerim.

Fears: Abandonment, being useless or weak.

Dreams:
Before renouncing his old life and joining the Wardens, he hoped to be able to support himself and his estranged younger sister. Now he settles for dreams of hot food and a warm bed.

History:
Ronan was born and raised in the thickly forested marshes of the Korcari Wilds, counting himself among the Chasind- the hardy people who had settled flecks of dry land in the otherwise inhospitable region. Danger was the way of life, here. Children learned young to travel in groups when they went to play outside the safety of the village walls. Ronan spent his childhood clambering about crumbling ruins, shooting sticks from his toy bow. Out in the bogs, he played dangerous games of hide-and-seek amongst the trees.

When he was nine, the gods finally deemed him fit for a little sister who would survive beyond her first months. But this new addition, young Amelia, brought joy to their otherwise demanding lives. With a new mouth to feed, Ronan began in earnest to follow his father along on hunting trips, eager to help his family (and his village) survive. Long hours of target practice were followed by days-long hunting trips, huddled together with his father and three other hunters around a fire while they waited for the sun to rise.

During the Fourth Blight, his village was burned to the ground. A thirteen-year-old Ronan fled east with his family, including his four-year-old sister, toward the Brecilian Forest. During the night, they were ambushed; Ronan and Amelia joined the hundreds of others made orphans by the Blight. Ronan and his sister starved for nearly a week before being taken in by another group of refugees, who got the siblings to walled village in the forest. From there, they were taken in by the Chantry.

Discomforted by the vastly different way of life, but seeing that his sister was better off under their care, Ronan struck out alone at fifteen. Surviving in an unfamiliar environment ended up entailing a lot more stealing than he had planned, and without shelter he was forced to defend himself against people and animals alike. It wasn’t until a woman took him under her wing that he found legitimate path, and for a while made an honest but boring living running errands for her.

He was in Denerim on business he was found standing, wild-eyed, over the bloody body of Paul Leandres, the youngest son of a notoriously shady noble, as the Denerim guards kicked down the door. Nelwa first saw him being dragged from the Leandres Estate kicking and screaming. He managed to break the noses of two guardsmen before being wrestled, face-down, to the ground. For a moment as he was being dragged away, hands bound behind him, his frenzied, panicked stare met her gaze. Intrigued, she visited the jail and found the feral man in his cell. He was able to convince her that he was innocent of the crime, and she invoked the Right of Conscription to save him from the gallows.

Appearance:
Working on it!
Ronan wears his rough upbringing plainly, a perpetually tired-looking five-foot-eight-inch-tall figure with unkempt black hair and a disagreeable attitude. The smooth brown skin of his face is disrupted by a scar on his cheek, and to a lesser extent, a nick above his left eye. His eyebrows are thick and expressive, often pulled down to enhance his glaring power. Other scars are interspersed throughout, particularly on his hands and forearms, and two that appear to be healed stab wounds in his back.

Pokemon

Pokemon: Taillow; Unnamed, called by whistling.

Gender: Male

Encountered: The Taillow took an interest in Ronan shortly after he left the Chantry. He would sing to the Chasind boy, who at first, found the noise annoying, but when the Taillow swooped down to pull the hair of a girl he’d been scrapping with (giving him just enough time for Ronan to get in the final hit) that he considered the positives of their partnership. Once he opened his heart, the two became a tight pair.

Disposition:
+ observant
- moody
+ loyal

Assistance: Can deliver messages, scout ahead, and provide a brief distraction in battle.

Appearance:

A standard Taillow; forked tail, shiny blue feathers and a white underside, and rays of red between the eyes and on the throat.

Survive the Struggle: Battle, Blood and Bravery

Hey, just saw this! I'll get Ronan's CS up later today. :)

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THEM THROES... honestly Aster is kind of a pushover, he'd give people rides. for a bit. then he'd complain about his back hurting.
and he's a very willing guinea pig! though i have a feeling it will involve a lot of magic using to start and a very confused aster

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i love writing characters that everyone starts out hating (and then if i've done it right they become endearing). like aster! since he brings almost nothing to the table except healing minor flesh wounds! and being a mount, apparently
and he's great because he'd be a poet except he's dyslexic and cant get shit published.

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Got my CS up! Hoo-ee. I hope everything's up to snuff.
That picture is coming eventually. I've been a bit busy and unable to work on it. I'll probably post a preview once I've got all the colors down. :P

edit: oh wow the spacing was really bad. i fixed it. sorta.

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Astrophel Leavitt

Name: Astrophel "Aster" Efstathios Leavitt
Race: Human
Title: None
Age: 23

Appearance:

Standing at six feet and three inches tall, Astrophel would cut an imposing figure if he made any effort at strengthening his physique. Instead he maintains a silhouette best described as "beanpole." His strength and endurance are adequate enough to wander about in his way, accustomed to hiking steep inclines and long days of travel by foot. This intimidation factor is lessened even further by his soft features and warm, easy smile. Wide cheekbones, full cheeks, and a small chin contribute to his rounded face. His eyes are almond shaped and hazel-green in color. Medium brown skin provides him protection from sunburn, but areas of his face and arms are visibly darkened and freckled from exposure. Dull strawberry blond hair, when untied from the usual bun, falls just above his shoulders in badly chopped layers, obviously self-administered.

Peeking from behind frontward locks of hair too short to be swept into the back, glittering silver earrings can be seen. A similar silver clasps a short purple hooded cape around his shoulders, embroidered with silver thread. His boots, made of soft leather, are similarly embroidered, but with red roses. The rest of his clothing is unremarkable and changed often as he stops into a new town, except for the small personal embroideries abound.

With him at all times is his rucksack, often tucked under his cape during travel, giving him a hunchback appearance. His strange juxtaposed clothing proclaims, "This noble man likes to appear down to earth!" Rather, he often discards his clothing in favor of new ones, but despite the obvious heirloom status of his jewelry and cloak, Astrophel operates on a severely limited financial budget.

Personality:

One might question what led Astrophel, an aspiring poet with a battle-shy nature and little combat skills, to become an adventurer. That one may even be Astrophel himself, most times. Certainly there is the allure of good stories, tales of heroic acts and near death experiences are great to write about, if Aster were the type to write (he prefers the oral tradition.) There is also his meager magical ability, which offers an asset among a group, but is of little use in solo adventuring. In fact, Aster has very little true adventuring experience under his belt, mostly due to not being able to find a group willing to suffer his presence for more than a week.

Upon first meeting, Aster seems almost pleasant, if not for the long-winded prose he speaks. For the more philosophically inclined, he might even be charming. The man is compassionate and sensitive to the needs of others, the kind of gentle soul that ends up broke and bloodied after helping a stranger (read: bandit) search for her lost ring in a dark alleyway.

Like many in Drasil, Astrophel bears a rather grim past. For this, and "poetic inspiration", he turns to drink. This is usually the catalyst that drives him from any adventuring group he joins, as Aster gets exceedingly emotional when exposed to alcohol. Often he can be found away from the group openly weeping at the beauty of nature, or the futility of human connection, depending on his mood, with an empty bottle of wine in his lap.

Abilities:

Astrophel is an exceedingly untalented True Mage. He has minor healing abilities, but his inability to read magical texts and the impact of his Throes leave him underpracticed. He has studied some non-magical medicine to supplement his skills, and as such is a more gifted medic than a magician. Most of his spells go as far as preventing exsanguination, but internal injuries are significantly harder. He is almost completely helpless against severe organ damage, his best in these scenarios is to simply dull the pain and ease the passing.

As a consequence of using his magic, Aster is overwhelmed by confusion. This means that he cannot sustain a spell, as after five minutes he becomes too disoriented to perform magic at all. The stronger of his healing spells can leave him without direction for hours, and impede his balance and body movement.

History:

Born to a well-off merchant family in Western Drasil, Astrophel grew up among mages. His mother, a gifted seamstress and runewielder, made a life for her family by selling magically imbued garments to the wealthy. His father was absent often, travelling far and wide on business, returning with heaps of valuable fabrics and thread. Though his mother tried to pass on the runewielding talent to her son, Astrophel discovered early that reading took a great deal of effort for little gain, and his mother's books seemed more daunting than the silhouette of the grand Arcana Demense fortress that shadowed his town.

The letters seemed to leap about on the page, never where he thought they should be. He would read a page of nonsense, and try again only to get different nonsense. Frustrated, the young Aster gave up on following in his mother's footsteps, though his fascination with needlework flourished still.
His mother's magical ability lay mostly in glamours, which made her a favorite among nobles who wanted to stay one step ahead of the fashion trends. However, this closeness with the Void, the field of magic responsible for the misdirection required in glamours, took a toll on the woman. A brutal sickness in Aster's fourth year had cost her the use of her legs, and her marriage to Aster's father was fraught with separation and unhappiness. These deep, long-standing pains coalesced into a Shadow.

Aster spent his early life tending dutifully to his beloved mother. On full moons he would unquestioningly help her upstairs into a secure room, where she would battle her Self alone. His mother took great pains to hide her "ailment" from his father. In his teens Aster did poorly in the school his father sent him to, where he found no sympathy for his learning disability. His father, not around to see the suffering of his wife and child, pressed for Aster to continue his learning. Eventually he caved against his son's pleas, and Aster's father withdrew him from the expensive schooling.

It was not until the age of fourteen that Astrophel discovered his latent ability. He kept the knowledge from his father, where absence had forged a valley between them. But upon hearing of it, his mother sent for his grandfather, who he soon learned was also a True Mage. His grandfather, a widower, came to live with Aster and his family, for the purpose of training the boy in a way he would understand- demonstration. From his grandfather Aster learned what he could of healing magic, though his ability was no match for the stronger mage.
When he was seventeen, on the night of a full moon, his mother's Shadow won out, breaking out from the secure room. Fueled by the magic in her bloodline, and now released with full force by her Shadow Self, the woman regained the use of her legs and was free to terrorize the town. She was eventually slain by a group of passing adventurers, but not before killing fifteen people. Among the dead were Aster's father and grandfather, whose deaths Astrophel had witnessed firsthand.

Traumatized, Aster went to stay with his father's parents in Essia. The memories of his mother's Shadow were quickly repressed, and Aster remembered very little of what had transpired. What fragments still remained plagued him in his bed, flashbacks infiltrating his dreams. He sought comfort in the many fascinating tales around him. People watching became his favorite hobby in the capital city. However his restlessness got the best of him, and he lasted little over a year before setting out to travel the kingdom.
Since, he has counted himself a temporary member among a number of travelling groups- merchants, bards, adventurers. Along these journeys he makes note of what he sees, and spins the tales to the next group he encounters. Occasionally he puts ink to paper and writes these stories down, but often his penmanship is unreadable even to himself, and these written accounts are of little use. His group of three months had just abandoned him at the Stone of the Nine when a mysterious figure appeared, depositing two strange gifts...

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Hey, sorry for the delay! I was having trouble with character concept but I think I've got him down now. Sadly, I'm at my SO's house which has no internet (I'm on mobile), so I won't be able to get the CS up until tomorrow night.

I'm excited to get Astrophel submitted. It seems we can all agree that the West gives their children ridiculous names...

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I'd love to see the sketch!
The drawing is easier for me. It's the writing that's snagging me. I love writing posts. I never know what to write for character sheets.

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I will try to get my CS done tonight! I'm alternating between drawing the character and writing about him. He's tall! That's... all I really have to say about him for now. You'll see.